My dedication to my passion, soaring high.
Chapter I
Words
NCB Headquarters, Mumbai
"Aaj toh bahut bura laga hoga na?"
He looked up from the ledger absently. The calculations and the sources were still spinning in his mind as he tallied the week's worth of raids. He removed the first buttons of his black shirt. The tired fan spinning overhead provided little respite form the midday heat.
"Kuch kaha?" he asked inattentively.
"Maine kaha bhaut bura lag raha hoga na tumhe aaj." She repeated, not looking at him, but addressing the file that she was scribbling in.
He stared at her genuinely puzzled. As his eyes roved back to the smart, handsome NCB Delhi officer in the next room, he sighed.
"Lag toh raha hain."
Brinda was assorting her papers. "Wahi toh main soch rahi thi. Na kisi pe apne haath saaf kiye. Upar se mera tip off bhi successful raha."
As he realized the context of her speech, the same, mocking smile appeared on his face. He thrust his chin forward as he said, "Oh. Tum uski baat kar rahi thi?"
"Toh fir tumhe kis baat se bura lag sakta hain.?"
"Kya kaha tumne?" he replied, a smirk on his face, glad to see her riled up.
"Maine poocha ki tumhe aur kis baat ka bura lag sakta hain." She said again, a little sternly.
"Aur bahut se cheezen hain jisse mujhe bura lagta hain. Tum jitna sochti ho, utna bhi main one dimensional chauvinistic aadmi nahi hoon."
She slammed her papers on the desk, concealing her smile behind them.
"Tum iss Rajesh Verma ke bare main kya jaanti ho?"He started the conversation. Now that they had actually managed a few lines of banter, without any serious mishap, he war eager to keep the flow going on.
"NCB Delhi ka hain, ek accha officer hain. Conference main aaya tha'Smart banda hain."
"Dikhne main kcuh theek thaak hain." He said uncomfortably, ffeling dwarfed by the lavish praised Brinda had conferred on the stranger.
She threw him an amused look. "Tumhe kyun insecure feel ho raha hain?"
He opened his mouth to retaliate.
"Main tumse baat kis liye kar rahi hoon?" she muttered the last line to herself as she stapled the last of her papers. Stuffing them in her file, she got up.
"Accha..waise wo kab tak hain?"
Brinda looked at him and then at Rajesh Varma, who was engrossed in a conversation with Usmaan sir. "Usise pooch kyun nahi lete?"
"Usse poochta. Par socha ki tum..jaanti hogi'"
Throwing him a weird look, she went into the inner room. He stood outside the glass partition watching the trio talk. Usmaan sir went back to his desk as Rajesh and Brinda talked with each other. There was a smile on her face as she spoke with the handsome, tall officer. She came back a moment later to find Mahendra in a foul mood. Rajesh followed her.
"Brinda, toh kal paach baje?" he asked her casually.
"Okay." She replied, looking away.
"Brinda, tumhe yaad nahi..kal hume Julie ke contact ke paas jaana hain." Mahendra said.
Brinda threw him an uncertain glance.
"Oh'Fir..main tumhe phone karta hoon." Rajesh said. He smiled at Brinda and then at Mahendra. He exited the room, taken aback at Mahendra's unnecessary hostile expression.
"Kaunsa Julie ka contact?" Brinda demanded.
"Kuch nahi. Main Karthik ke saath jaata hoon." He grumbled.
"Tum bhi na Mahen." She picked up her bag and walked towards the door.
"Kya tumne abhi'Mahen kaha?" he said, catching upto her.
She descended the stairs rapidly, eager to escape his crossfire. "Shayad."
"Kyun?"
"Taxi!" she shouted at the empty cab across the road. As the taxi drew near, she turned to him and said, "Rajesh mujhe conference ke silsileme milna chahta tha'Ab hum log kal jaa rahe hain ya nahi?"
"Haan. Par tumne mere sawal ka jawaab nahi diya."
She sat in the cab, and shut the door. "Malabar hill." She said to the driver.
Mahendra stood alone on the sidewalk as the taxi pulled away.
It came to a stop a few metres away.
Brinda stuck her head out of the window and shouted, "Pata nahi!"
Mahendra stood there for another minute and half. His question had just been answered.
Edited by Pooj@ - 15 years ago
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